Monday, November 15, 2010
I saw this woman sitting by herself on the terrasse of a café that in warm weather is always jam packed. Is she lonely or merely contemplative? Waiting for a friend or definitively on her own? You can write whatever story you choose. But contrast her with the folks on the interior who are warm and snug, engaged in conversation over lunch. And if you look closely, you might even see me as a reflection in the window, taking a photo from my seat on the bus.